Luyện nghe bài hát Public Enemy No. 1

Yo, Chuck, a move, man
I was on my way up here to the
Ya what I'm sayin'? An' this brother stop me an' ask me
"Yo, wassup with that brother D? He swear he nice"

I said, "Yo, the brother don't swear he's nice, he knows nice"
Ya know what I'm sayin'? So Chuck, I got a
You turn him a Public Enemy, man

Now remember line you was kickin' to me
On the way out to L.A.
we was in the car, on our way to the Shot
Well yo, right now, kick the bass for them
An' let them know goes on, what goes on

Well, I'm all in, put it up on the
Another rapper shot down from the that roared
1, 2, 3, down for the
The of my lyrics, oh yes, no doubt

Cold rap, 49er supreme
Is I choose an' I use, I never lose to a team
'Cause I can go solo, a Tyson bolo
Make the fly girls have my photo

Run in their room and hang it on the
In remembrance that I them all
Suckers, ducks, ho hum MCs
You rock the kid, so go cut the cheese

Take this application of like these
My red hot, 110 degrees
So don't start bassin', I'll start
on that? You'll be disgracin'

You an' your mind from a from my rhymes
A for a crime that I can't find
show you my gun, my Uzi weighs a ton
Because I'm Enemy number one

One, one, one
One, one, one, one

You got no rap but you to battle
It's like a boat but you got no paddle
I never pause, I say it because
I break in stores but I break all laws

Written sittin', all fittin', not bitten
Givin' me the juice your not gettin'
I'm not a law obeyer so you can tell mayor
I'm a non-stop, rhythm, rock poetry

I'm the rhyme player, the ozone
A battle, what? Here's a Bible, start your
This word to the is justified
If they ask you happened, just admit you lied

You just got a for goin' out of order
An' now you're servin' football their water
You with the master, word to Chuck
An' I'll wax cold tax, sure you got dunked

You got dissed, all but dismissed
Sucker duck MCs, you get me
no fun bein' on the run
Because they got me, Public number one

One, one, one
One, one, one

you know, don't you know?
I got a posse of a to back me up
out, we got never the match
Ambush attack, on my back, double teamin', get

So we have us, so okay?
hear it again? We got a force
Enemy down, the L.I. circuit
it Chuckie D, myself an' K.G., Flavor, DJ Melody

Oh yes, I presume the tunes that make us groom
To make all the ladies
But it's also the words from our direction, a gold boy
Kickin' Bruce Lee's Chinese connection

On stereo, never mind, yo
All wax, yes, I'm talkin' vinyl
said, "Stop, freeze", I got froze up
Because I'm Public number one

One, one, one
One, one, one
One, one, one

For all you suckers, and cheap amplifiers
crossed up wires are always startin' fires
You up criers, now here's a pair of pliers
Get a job like your mother, I she fixes old dryers

You have no desires, your fixes tires
You try to sell ya but you get no buyers
It's you they never hire, never on flyers
'Cause you an' your crew is only known as triers

Known as the poetic, political, son
I'm Public number one

One, one, one
One, one, one
One, one, one

Yeah, that's right, Chuck, man, that's what you do
You gotta tell them just like that, ya know I'm sayin'?
'Cause yo, man, let me tell you a somethin', man
These brothers around, hard headed

get a little jealous, ya know what I'm sayin'?
Just that, ya know, they try to bring you down with 'em
But yo, Chuck, you let 'em know
Who's who in the of beat

You gotta let 'em that this is the 80's
An' we can get all the
An' in the backyard we got a fly
An' that's the way the goes
That's the way the story goes